is it weird that i have an intense hate on for mondays because it happens to be poker night? oh and you can also throw in men’s night (golf) that just started up again a few weeks ago. it’s like that thing where if you want something right then it’s impossible to get it. i always have this big crazy urge to be with my love on mondays and then i remember, or am remembered that it is monday and there is no chance. then i get sad because i really really wanted to see my babes. it’s an ongoing cycle and i hate myself for it. i think it mostly happens because i tend to work ALL day sat/sun like my 17-hour shift(s) yesterday and then i am ready for some cuddle time. i need to start up a monday night girlfest.

today i woke up with a massive grey cloud over my head. figuratively as well as quite literally. the weather, however, had nothing to do with my gloom. i worked both jobs yesterday, starting at 8:30 am and finishing at quarter past 1am. on my feet. i made some nice money at the cafe and although it isn’t presented to me daily in gratuitous form, my income at the golf course should prove to be worthwhile thanks to the extravagant taiwanese wedding. about halfway through my night at OV i wasn’t sure how i was going to make it. i broke numerous things due to jellified arms giving out on me and sheer exhaustion. anyway, i finally made it into our bed and slept ok. woke up feeling like i drank a bottle or two of cheap wine although that wasn’t even close to the case. throw in the case of mad cramps that started up this morning and you have an angry little elf. oh and p.s. i was supposed to get my hair done today finaaaaaaaally and then i get a phone call stating that ‘the shit has hit the fan’ and no hairs can be did today. i am worried about my friend and hope she is ok but i am also disappointed. my awkwardly growing-out haircut is a huge state of dismay for me these days and i was so looking forward to having it fixed. not to mention that i’ve been putting off calling this salon i’ve been in contact with to set up an interview but i don’t feel good about going in sporting this mop.

i put my phone in the little pocket inside my purse which also happened to be housing a sneaky little nail file that took out it’s revenge on my shiny new phone. flawless it is no more. the screen is scratched as well as many of the number keys. not a big BIG deal but still annoying nonetheless.

can you tell i am having a bad day?

in other more uppity news… my dear sister anne had the great idea to color (or in this case de-color) my nephews hair. so i brought my bleeeeatch and we surfer-boyed his 3-year old self. super cute if i do say so myself. i trimmed it up a bit but he was getting a little fed up with it at that point so i didn’t get to texturize it as much as i’d have liked but he still looks pretty darn cute.